This is the Black Orchid. How I love the freshly fallen snow like diamonds ground into grist. I like the black winter trees gnarled and twisted as if in pain. I shall go out nude in this first snow of winter. My stiletto boots leave a trail in the snow yet none will follow it. The heat of my alabster skin melts each flake as it dies on my skin. This must feel how mortals experience death, a cold whiteness, then a silence. I look for the Maid of Winter, she who summons up the snow.I find her in the high meadow: her silver evening gown reflects the orange rays of the rising sun. Her long silver white hair cascades down her back and her large gray eyes are the color of the snow laden sky. I take her in my arms and feel the arc of her sharp hipbones through gown and her two hard nectarine breasts pressing into me. Then I feel the quickening of time and tears. Oh, Lord make this time stop like the world inside a paperweight. Red Lucious kisses tasting like wine, and my hot flesh the color of ivory.